Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 160
Zhuo Qing was happy for a while, and when she saw Yi Shuyuan writing again, she stood by and watched.

But Yi Shuyuan was actually writing a letter. The general content was that Jianghu guest Long Feiyang took Zhuo Qing out for a few days, and when he came back, he ransom for her.

Zhuo Qing's expression became very exciting, Long Daxia might not understand it, but it was like slapping her mother in the face, she could already imagine her mother's expression when she read the letter.

But Zhuo Qing is not so scared now, on the contrary she feels a little regretful that she can't see it.

After writing the letter, Yi Shuyuan sealed it, then flew it out of the window, and at the same time blew out the window.

"call"

An obvious wind appeared, and when Zhuo Qing ran to the window to look, the letter had already flown into the sky.

"Where did it go?"

"Of course it's going to the Yunxiang Pavilion. With Mr.'s temper, he will probably let it appear in your house. After all, he didn't close the window when he left."

Hui Mian stood on the window sill and said this. After looking back at Yi Shuyuan one by one, they saw him nodding his head slightly.

A breeze carried the letter all the way to the port outside the city, and flew downstream to the Thirteenth Floor, rolled a burst of petals across the peach forest, and finally landed on the table in Zhuo Qing's boudoir, and at the same time opened the door of the room. up.

The letter was not discovered until the evening as Yi Shuyuan expected, because not long after the letter arrived, a woman trotted outside the door.

This person was the woman in yellow that Yi Shuyuan had seen once before, but now that she was dressed in blue, her steps became lighter when she reached the door.

"Sister Zhuo, sister Zhuo, are you asleep? I heard that you also boarded the flower boat last night."

The woman asked with a smile, and when she saw that there was no movement inside, she immediately showed a disappointed look, and when she was thinking of leaving, she subconsciously reached out and pushed the door open.

Unexpectedly, the door opened with a "squeak".

Unlocked?

The woman looked inside, then tiptoed in, jumped over the screen and looked at the bed, where the quilt was neat and the gauze curtain was not put down.

"Sister Zhuo? Sister Zhuo!"

People are not in the house?
The woman walked in quickly, and saw that the window was open, and petals were faintly coming in with the wind, and then the most petals were from the floor of the window to the table, and her eyes naturally followed the petals to see the letter on the table.

The woman picked up the letter and looked at it, and there were large characters written on the cover.

"San Niang kisses you."

Sanniang is the bustard of Yunxiang Pavilion.

Look at the strong and powerful handwriting, which is completely different from Sister Zhuo's delicate writing.

The woman's heart skipped a beat, she subconsciously went to the window to look outside, and then came back to find the old bustard with the letter.

It will be morning, and Yunxiang Pavilion is relatively leisurely, so it is enough to see off a guest from time to time and say a few nice words.

Just as the old bustard was standing in front of the door, waving a round fan and looking at the peach forest in the distance, the woman who took the letter ran over in a panic, but she didn't want to make any noise to attract attention.

"Mommy mommy"

Hearing this sound, the old bustard frowned and looked at the person who came.

"What's the matter in such a panic?"

The woman took out the letter and handed it over, and said in a low voice.

"Sister Zhuo is not in the room, there is this letter on the table."

The old bustard had a slight feeling that something was wrong, and immediately tore open the letter to check it. After seeing it, he was so angry that the loose flesh on his face wrinkled together.

"What a quack, and you, a dead girl, are so cowardly, you dare to follow him! Have you forgotten my old lady's tricks?"

Seeing the madam so angry, the woman who brought the letter was too frightened to make a sound.
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Not to mention what reaction Yunxiang Pavilion will make, anyway, Yi Shuyuan is not in a hurry.

Even Yi Shuyuan was not in a hurry to deal with the cat demon. Although the strange fate change was very special, he had already vaguely grasped another part of his own way after experiencing the last change, which was not very important. Eager to seek out the cat demon.

It is of course best to fully comprehend it by yourself, and then to learn other methods is the icing on the cake.

But Yi Shuyuan is also not in a hurry to find a special place to enlighten Tao. First, this Tao does not necessarily require retreat and enlightenment.

Second, Yi Shuyuan also hopes to do what he promised others first.

In the Muxin Tea House in the morning, Yi Shuyuan, who hadn't shown up for a few days, appeared here again.

As soon as the waiter outside saw Yi Shuyuan, he warmly greeted him to come in, and the shopkeeper of the teahouse was so happy, he left the counter and came to salute and greet him.

"Mr. Yi, I thought you weren't coming back. Hurry up, show me some tea at the old place!"

Yi Shuyuan returned the gift, then laughed.

"A few days ago there were some rumors by the canal. During this period of time, Yi had been thinking hard and compiled a piece of "The Story of the River God's Fall". After the book was completed, he couldn't talk about it quickly. Today, he came to bother again!"

The shopkeeper of the tea house was overjoyed when he heard the words, and his face was full of smiles.

"Oh, sir, what are you bothering about? If you are willing to tell stories in this building for a long time, don't say it's just annoying, you can add [-]% even if you tap!"

Some time ago at night, the canal was very quiet. Many people on the river, especially those on some boats on the water, saw it. There were also dead fish floating around for a while, but they were all washed away by the water. .

This incident was also spread among the people in the capital after dinner, and the postscript that Yi Shuyuan said was based on this.

Following the yelling of the teahouse staff, Muxin Teahouse quickly gathered a wave of people listening to the book, and many people came from far and near.

And as early as when Yi Shuyuan first entered the teahouse, some people left inside and outside the teahouse, rushing to report the news.

Because Yi Shuyuan's storytelling is more casual, he doesn't come here every day, these people are paid to wait here for others, and when they see the storyteller coming, they rush to inform others.

So when the tea was brewed and the book was ready to be lectured, the teahouse was already crowded with people inside and outside.

Yi Shuyuan swept towards a place in the hall on the first floor.

At this moment, the rich man was pushing into the crowd with the help of his servants. After offering some taels of silver, someone naturally gave up the table.

Yi Shuyuan smiled, and the ruler in his hand dropped at this moment.

"Crack~"

"What we are going to talk about today is "The Story of the River God". Although the river god was beheaded by the heavens in his early years, not all of them are in the water, but there are still some gods who are still protecting one side."

"Stab~"

Yi Shuyuan unfolded his folding fan and fanned it lightly. After a slight pause, he continued.

"From the last book, the head of the river god fell to the ground, the statue of the ten thousand li god overturned, the believers on the bank had different opinions, and the aquatic people in the water were also panicked."

Following Yi Shuyuan's narration, the tea drinkers who listened to the book gradually reintegrated into the story, feeling the panic of the aquariums.

Some chose to say goodbye and leave, while others simply disappeared. The once-prosperous Water God's Mansion has now become somewhat desolate, but not all of them have left.

Under such circumstances, the immortal actually visited again, and everyone in the water mansion panicked for a while, but after all, there was still a god who went out to face him.

This brings out Yi Shuyuan's story today - the demons descending on the canal!
Based on what happened at night outside Chengtian Harbor recently, it tells about the mysteries and thrills underwater that ordinary people don't know.

The audience combined the recent rumors, and then listened to the narration of the bookman's voice and emotion, it seemed to be true, and the sense of substitution was even more profound.

Xie Qing, Crab General, Wu Dameng, Captain Wuyu, and Lu Legong, Yasha Xunhe
Some well-known and surnamed generals of the water tribe who are still guarding the Kaiyang Grand Canal are gradually known in Yi Shuyuan's mouth through stories.

And on the table in the corner of the teahouse, there were also people who wrote quickly and wrote quickly. Although they couldn't memorize everything, they tried to complete the story.

The story ended, and the people who listened to the book gradually dispersed.

Because there is a commission from the teahouse, no one came to give the money.

A few people who were obviously in the same company walked up to Yi Shuyuan's desk and bowed to Yi Shuyuan one after another, just like the previous few times, and left with the manuscript after exchanging pleasantries.

Now Mr. Yi's ability and capacity, even among his peers, no one dissatisfied.

When there were fewer people, the man sitting a little far away got up and walked to Yi Shuyuan's desk again, clasped his hands and praised.

"Mister's book, I really never get tired of listening to it. It will be a great pity if such skills are lost in the future."

Yi Shuyuan stood up and returned the gift, smiling.

"You don't need to worry about this matter, I have already accepted my apprentice, but I am not around for the time being."

After thinking about it, the man still invited him again, but his gesture was much more sincere now, because the storytelling in front of him was indeed not for profit.

Although storytelling is a small way, but no matter whether it is broad-mindedness, or talent and learning ability, this Mr. Yi can be called a rare master throughout the ages.

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Tan still wants to invite Mr. to tell a story at home. There is no time limit. Mr. is willing if he is free. I just want to finish the story in your book without leaving half of it!"

I thought I would still be rejected this time, but Yi Shuyuan nodded and agreed this time.

"Master Tan has invited you many times, which is enough to show his sincerity. Yi has time recently, so he will not refuse."

Tan Yuanshang was overjoyed when he heard this.

"That's great! Just ask how much commission you want, sir, don't have any worries!"

Yi Shuyuan looked at Tan Yuanshang calmly, and thought for a moment.

"Yi knows that Mr. Tan is a capable person, and a friend with the surname Long has encountered a problem. I hope to get Mr. Tan's help."

Tan Yuanshang frowned.

"What's the matter?"

After listening to Yi Shuyuan's low-pitched narration, Tan Yuanshang's brows relaxed quickly, thinking it was something extraordinary.

The Thirteenth Floor Workshop does have some background, and is even managed by the court's Jiaofang Division, but for Tan Yuanshang, does this count?

"Hahahaha, Mr. Yi is worrying too much. Since Mr. Tan has already spoken about this matter, Tan has the courage to boast, and now it is considered successful. Mr.'s friend is also a man of temperament!"

After hearing about Yi Shuyuan, Tan Yuanshang suddenly admired Yi Shuyuan not only because of his storyteller skills, this storyteller is really a wonderful person!

While Yi Shuyuan thanked politely, he also looked across the street outside the teahouse.

Zhuo Qing, who was lying on her shoulders, was standing there in a daze.

With Hui Mian by her side, Zhuo Qing wandered freely in the city today, and under the former's reminder intentionally or unintentionally, she also went to listen to books outside the teahouse as if to join in the fun.

Up to now, seeing the storyteller, although his demeanor and demeanor were different, Zhuo Qing recognized the folding fan, and even felt a special feeling in her heart.

"The storyteller is Long Daxia, right?"

Zhuo Qing murmured a question, Hui Mian wanted to answer straight away, but considering her feelings, she changed to imitate Yi Shuyuan's sometimes tone and said.

"Yes and no, the storyteller is a gentleman, so is the dragon hero, and even the sword fairy Mi Li, who looks very similar to you, is also a gentleman. The changes of the gentleman are not like the illusions of those vulgar people. They come from the heart. Sensation becomes reality.”

"More than that, don't focus on appearance!"

After Hui Mian finished speaking, he was very satisfied with himself being able to say such inscrutable words.

"Power Fence."

Zhuo Qing repeated the name, and also thought of the real thing. Mi Li refers to a kind of soft veil, which obscures the face and makes it difficult to see clearly, and it is often used in Loufang.

"You just like Long Feiyang, but Mister is not just Long Feiyang, do you understand now?"

Hui Mian said so, but Zhuo Qing laughed again.

"Well, Mr. Yi and Sister Mili are also very attractive! More than that, don't care about the appearance, Mr. is not just Long Feiyang, but Mr. has always been Mr., right?"

Zhuo Qing looked sideways at Xiao Diao who was hiding on her shoulder, and unexpectedly made Hui Mian speechless for a moment.

Hui Mian couldn't help re-examining Zhuo Qing, this girl has a bit of understanding!
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PS: I don’t know if there are any high school seniors reading this book. The foundation is based on the past, and the flowers only bloom in the present. I wish you peace, health and extraordinary performance!

(End of this chapter)